Skye's POV
It was a dark and windy day. Thick gray clouds loomed over Crescent Valley like a warning from the heavens, and the wind howled through the palace corridors, rattling the stained-glass windows with a ferocity that sent shivers crawling up my spine. I sat near the window, cradling my swollen belly, trying to calm the strange feeling rising inside me.
Then it hit me.
A sharp, agonizing pain tore through my lower abdomen, like claws ripping into flesh from the inside. I gasped and grabbed the edge of the chair. My breath hitched, and the next contraction slammed into me harder than the first.
This wasn’t the usual discomfort I’d grown used to these past few weeks. This was something more. My body trembled as realization dawned.
I was going into labor.
“Damian!” I cried out in
